Chapter 425: Martial Saints

The wind and clouds are stirring!

The four Martial Saints continue to increase their pressure, causing the entire world to roar and smoke to rise.

The mountains below collapsed and the ground cracked, and there was chaos.

As the mountains shook and the earth trembled, the surviving monks were in great pain, as if they were being crushed by a huge mountain. They could not breathe or even stand up.

Fortunately, the old monk with white eyebrows was well aware of the dire situation of Minghuang Temple, and he flashed away.

Ze Sheng and his two companions immediately caught up and launched an attack.

The four figures were fighting and moving at the same time, as fast as lightning, and their movements could not be seen clearly with the naked eye.

Even in Fang Zhixing's field of vision, he could only see four rays of light, like meteors, dragging long comet tails, entangled, and running towards the distance.

The four Martial Saints were far too powerful; every move they made was an earth-shattering move, so terrifying.

Fang Zhixing's face was solemn, he felt that any Martial Saint could kill him instantly with a single blow.

The gap between the King of Martial Arts and the Saint of Martial Arts is too big!

I'm afraid that even ten Martial Kings joining forces would not be able to defeat one move from the Martial Saint.

Fortunately, the four Martial Saints walked away in an instant.

The pressure on the monks suddenly eased and they were finally able to breathe normally.

"Quick, save them!"

Minghuang Temple was busy, and the survivors who were still able to move were digging through the ruins to rescue the buried monks.

Fang Zhixing looked around and suddenly his eyes flashed.

He saw the evil monk who had broken his precepts sitting on a pile of rubble, with a leisurely posture and a calm expression, his slightly narrowed eyes cast in the direction of the battle between the Four Saints.

Beside him, the Buddhist disciple Pokong was sitting cross-legged, his face ashen, spitting blood repeatedly, obviously seriously injured.

Fang Zhixing hesitated for a moment, then walked over and asked, "Besides Ze Sheng, who are the other two Martial Saints?"

The evil monk who broke his precepts replied, "That white-haired old woman came from the White Mountains and Black Waters, and is known as the White Saint in the Jianghu. As for the old man in the purple robe, he is the Liyang Patriarch, the founder of the Liyang Dynasty."

Fang Zhixing understood it in his heart. In fact, he and Patriarch Li Yang had a blood feud.

After a while, the evil monk who broke his precepts suddenly asked, "The Buddha Saint is being besieged by three Martial Saints. Do you think he will be killed?"

Fang Zhixing said: "The Buddha Saint has cut off his fate. Even if he can't win, it's more than enough to protect himself."

The evil monk who broke his vows laughed and said, "Do you really think fate is so easy to break?"

Fang Zhixing was stunned for a moment, and said in surprise: "I am stupid and don't quite understand what the master said."

The evil monk crossed his hands in front of his chest and said slowly: "The Buddha wants to stay in this world, and God has clearly agreed, but someone does not agree.

No, it should be said that all the Martial Saints would not agree to it.

Don't you think this is interesting?

In the end, whether the Buddha stays or not, is it up to God's will or is it up to human will? "

"Can't we go against God's will?"

"Or, man can conquer nature?"

There is a sense of Zen in these words that is profound and indescribable.

Fang Zhixing couldn't help but think deeply and couldn't figure out what was going on for a while.

The evil monk who broke his precepts curled his lips and sneered, "The great waves wash away the sands, the world of mortals rolls, and personal destiny means nothing in front of the will of heaven! The Buddha Saint forced himself to stay in this world. He is too ignorant and violates the will of heaven. I bet he will not die a good death."

Fang Zhixing was speechless.

Pokong Buddhist disciple panted heavily and said weakly: "Uncle Master, your words are a bit vicious."

The evil monk who broke his precepts was about to say something when suddenly, a huge pressure descended from the sky.

Fang Zhixing turned his head and looked. At some point, a figure appeared on his right.

Her white clothes are as white as snow, her long hair is fluttering, and her back is to everyone.

“Sword Saint!”

Pokong Buddhist's face changed drastically and he coughed up a large mouthful of blood again.

The Sword Saint in White asked calmly, "What happened?"

The evil monk who broke his precepts responded, "The Buddha used the sword of life to cut off his fate."

The White-robed Sword Saint was silent for a while, then sighed, "The Buddha's teachings are so profound, but I didn't expect him to be so confused."

The evil monk who broke his precepts asked, "What does the Sword Master intend to do? Save him, kill him, or just stand by and watch?"

The White-robed Sword Saint did not answer, and suddenly disappeared from the spot like a ghost.

Seeing this, Fang Zhixing felt that it was not appropriate to stay here for long, so he bowed and said, "I am alone and powerless, and I can't help you much, so I'll take my leave now."

After saying that, he pointed his toes and flew into the air.

Whoosh~ Suddenly a gust of wind blew, swept Fang Zhixing and forced him back to the ground.

Fang Zhixing's heart trembled and he looked up.

A figure appeared in the air. It was a beautiful woman in a skirt. She had picturesque eyebrows, lips like fire, a tall figure, long legs, and an elegant temperament.

“Feng Sheng, I didn’t expect you to join in the fun!” The evil monk who broke his precepts laughed.

The Wind Saint cast his gaze into the distance and asked in a tone that was indifferent to worldly matters: "Why is it so lively? What is the reason for the five Martial Saints to fight?"

The evil monk who broke his precepts briefly explained it.

"Oh, killing..."

Feng Sheng's expression changed for a while. After a while, she glanced at the ruins below and said coldly, "Xu Sheng, since you are here, why are you hiding your head and showing your tail?"

As soon as these words came out, Pokong Buddhist suddenly turned his head and looked at the ruins, with a look of great fear on his face.

"Xu Sheng" is the number one devil in the world. He is extremely vicious, with countless crimes. He is also the mortal enemy of Buddha Saint.

In fact, a big part of the reason why the Buddha Saint was unwilling to ascend was that he was worried that the ruthless Xu Saint would destroy the Minghuang Temple after he left.

The next moment, a figure was seen walking out from behind the ruins.

He has a young appearance, pale skin, thin face, single eyelids, and eyes that are particularly slanted and long, just like a fox's eyes.

The young man, wearing a colorful brocade robe, hugged his shoulders and said with a half-smile: "Feng Sheng, you are a good person in every way, but you like to meddle in other people's business too much."

Feng Sheng said indifferently: "Now that Buddha Sheng is under siege, it is a great opportunity for you to kill him. Why don't you go?"

Xu Sheng snorted and said righteously: "I never take advantage of others' misfortunes."

Feng Sheng responded: "If that's the case, why did you want to kill him just now?"

Fang Zhixing's heart skipped a beat.

Xu Sheng remained calm and said with a laugh, "This kid has a Buddha relic in his hand. I just want to borrow it for use."

Feng Sheng said with his hands behind his back: "With me here, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to borrow it."

Xu Sheng laughed and said, "I want to borrow it, but I'm afraid no one in this world can stop me."

He took a step forward, suddenly appeared in front of Fang Zhixing, and stretched out his hand.

Almost at the same time, Feng Sheng raised his slender hand and moved it down a little.

A sickle hurricane suddenly blew up around Fang Zhixing, sweeping in all directions.

Clang clang clang! The sickle chopped down on his hand! Sparks flew from his hand, and the sickle shattered into pieces!

The Minghuang Temple, which had been completely destroyed, was immediately cleansed for the second time.

In a flash, the thousand-year-old temple was completely cut off by the sickle, and even the entire towering mountain collapsed under the terrifying attack.

The battle between the two martial saints destroyed the heavens and the earth, and the landforms were changed beyond imagination! "Ah, it is hard to defy the will of heaven. Minghuang Temple was destroyed after all. What a sin!"

The evil monk who broke his vows grabbed the Buddhist disciple Pokong and fled away like an arrow.

Fang Zhixing stayed where he was, his face as gloomy as water.

At this moment, he couldn't move, and didn't dare to move.

The Void Saint wanted to kill him, the Wind Saint was protecting him, and the two Martial Saints were pulling each other with him as the focus.

Any mistake will lead to eternal damnation.

"Fuck, this is really..."

A cold smile appeared on Fang Zhixing's lips.

The next moment, the Buddha relic in his hand disappeared out of thin air.

[The conditions required for the full level of the Cang Hai Rong Ri Gong · Martial Saint Realm have been met. Do you want to upgrade? ]

"promote!"

In a flash, a vast amount of spiritual practice memories and insights were poured into Fang Zhixing's mind.

He entered a mysterious state, like a dream.

In his dream, he was standing on the vast ocean, and a big sun was rising in the east.

The bright sun soon appeared above our heads, hanging high in the sky.

There is a sun in the sky, and another sun is reflected in the sea.

Suddenly, the wind blew and the sea became turbulent.

Fang Zhixing looked down and saw that the ocean was endless, with suns reflected one after another in the rising and falling waves.

"There are more suns, that's why..."

Fang Zhixing came to his senses and gained enlightenment.

[Explosive Skill: Reverse: Infinite Dragon Rising (Lv9)]

[Explosive Skill: Saint of the Stick (Lv9)]

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

President Fang Zhi let out a breath. At this moment, he felt as if he had merged into one with the entire world.

The world is me, and I am the world! We are one and the same, inseparable! However...

This is an illusion after all!

The universe is vast and boundless, and even a powerful being like a Martial Saint is still small and humble.

When a martial saint gets so close to heaven and earth, it's like a drop of water encountering a sponge, which can be absorbed and swallowed at any time! "So this is the 'heaven and earth assimilation' that every martial saint fears!"

Fang Zhixing immediately understood what was going on.

Just at this moment, Xu Sheng's hand passed through the sickle hurricane and approached Fang Zhixing's neck little by little.

The God of Wind pursed his lips, a solemn look appearing between his brows.

Xu Sheng is indeed the number one devil in the world, a thousand-year-old monster, unfathomable.

Puff~ Suddenly, a ball of bright red bloomed without any warning!

Xu Sheng and Feng Sheng were both stunned at the same time, and a bloody severed hand flew into their sight.

“Ah, this!”

Xu Sheng retreated suddenly, looking at his severed wrist, confusion, astonishment, and a bit of horror flashed across his face.

Who cut off his hand? The Wind Saint?

She is the only martial saint who has been promoted within the past three thousand years, but she doesn't have that ability yet.

So……

Xu Sheng's pupils shrank and his sight fell on the figure wrapped in the sickle hurricane.

"You, did it?!"

Feng Sheng opened his mouth, his heart deeply shocked.

The sickle hurricane dissipated.

Revealing an extremely calm young face.

Fang Zhixing stood there. At first glance, he looked ordinary and harmless, but he gave people a vague feeling of being far away in the horizon.

"It turns out that you are also a martial saint. Your skills in concealing your aura are truly amazing. I was fooled by you."

Xu Sheng took a deep breath, and his expression quickly returned to normal, with a hint of sinister cynicism in his tone of amazement.

Fang Zhixing looked at Xu Sheng with a gaze that seemed to have substance, and said calmly: "You are the first person who almost killed me since my debut."

“…”

Xu Sheng was a little confused and didn't understand what Fang Zhixing meant.

Although he had indeed targeted Fang Zhixing and intended to kill him and take the treasure, he was stopped by Feng Sheng at the last moment!

Not to mention, Fang Zhixing himself is a Martial Saint, so even if a Void Saint took action, he would not be able to kill him.

Where did the "almost" come from? Only Fang Zhixing knew that if Feng Sheng had not intervened in time, he would have died at the hands of Xu Sheng.

Just at this moment!

The system panel flashed with brilliance! [Unlimited Demonic Palm·Martial Saint full level conditions: 1. Kill or defeat a life of the same level (not completed)]

"Is this the only condition?"

Fang Zhixing held the three-pointed double-edged sword, smiled grimly, and said word by word: "Xu Sheng, I will repay you for not killing me!"

Suddenly, the world was in turmoil.

The metal particles of life gathered madly around Fang Zhixing and condensed into an endless ocean.

Xu Sheng’s eyes blurred and he saw a vast ocean flowing beneath his feet, which had already swept him away.

His face suddenly changed color, and he hurriedly displayed his unique skills, trying his best to mobilize the power of heaven and earth.

But this move is terrible!

The essence of heaven and earth, which could have been used at will, was now in chaos and out of control.

"Reverse: Infinite Rising Dragon!"

[Special Effect: Forcibly seize the essence of heaven and earth, disrupt the enemy and draw the power of heaven and earth, one side grows while the other side declines, I am strong while the enemy is weak, crushing the same level. ]

Fang Zhixing became murderous and chopped with his knife.

The endless ocean was then stirred up by huge waves, and round of molten suns broke out of the water, densely packed and endless.

What a situation!

"The peak of martial saint!"

Feng Sheng was standing in the sky, witnessing this scene with his own eyes. He was so shocked that he stood there like a wooden chicken, his face full of disbelief.

“So strong!”

Xu Sheng had a stern expression and got goose bumps all over his body. For the first time in his life, his scalp felt tingling and he felt a great fear in his heart.

"Empty Hands - Forced Pull!"

Xu Sheng quickly displayed an extremely powerful palm technique, and palm shadows from the sky fell down and hit the molten sun.

One palm for one molten sun! As long as he can suppress all the molten suns, he can break Fang Zhixing's killer move.

In a duel between martial saints, the power of heaven and earth that can be mobilized is almost the same, and the competition is about whose killing move is more powerful.

Hiss~ The terrifying molten sun emitted the true fire of the sun, burning the empty hand and making it smoke with a hissing sound, like pork belly on an iron plate.

"Press it down!"

Xu Sheng endured the severe pain and stopped the molten sun from rising.

However, each molten sun is like the rising sun, rising slowly and unstoppable.

The Hand of Emptiness can't suppress it at all! Not to mention, the Molten Suns are endless and their number exceeds that of the Hand of Emptiness.

If there are one hundred Molten Suns, then there are only ninety Hands of Emptiness, and there are still ten Molten Suns that the Void Saint cannot cover up! This means that Fang Zhixing not only attracted more power from heaven and earth, but also had a better killing move.

"How is it possible..."

Xu Sheng couldn't believe it and looked as if he had seen a ghost.

The molten sun, which was not covered, smashed towards Xu Sheng with its magnificent power.

Boom boom boom…

One after another, molten suns appeared one after another and exploded in front of Xu Sheng.

The light on Xu Sheng's body flickered, and the divine light protecting his body became thinner and thinner, and soon his defense was broken.

The terrifying high temperature swept over, enveloped Xu Sheng, and burned him!

“Ahh~”

The shrill screams resounded between heaven and earth, and were beyond description.

However, the molten sun was endless and merciless, completely engulfing the figure of Xu Sheng.

[1. Kill or defeat a life of the same level (completed)]

The world's number one devil died in such a hasty manner.

Xu Sheng could never have imagined that he would be inexplicably attacked as soon as he showed up.

(End of this chapter)